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of Heather-cosmetics" - the message read. Heather? A name from the past, one I hadn't expected to res

ant. The thought of wearing a dress felt suffocating, so I opted for a blue suit, white

w stood before me, bustling with activity. I stepped inside, and the aroma of appetizers

h concern. "Miss River, we heard about... well, are you here with your parents

parents," I replied, watching their faces fall. The rich world, full o

ossessively wrapped around her waist. My stomach churned. "River, what are you doing here

by you, in fact. Does Rivdale ring a bell?" Her face froze, shock etched o

, as people eagerly placed their orders. I watched, d

ering, I wrapped my arms around myself, only to feel a sudden warmth envelop me. A coat h

d. "Not enjoying the party, Miss River?" His

his outfit effortlessly stylish. But my attention

y name?" I demande

t. "You can't just leave my house without me

ting it fall to the ground. "Who gave you the rig

t one day, Miss River. After that, you van

ving the party and its entitled guests behind. The memory of his words burned within me